That last statement apparently got to him, as he let go of her and spanked her ass, letting her know to get off of him. He stood up. “Get on the beach chair,” he growled at her. She did so, and spread her legs as she lay down. He was on top of her immediately. He spread her legs open and plunged into her, and her arms were instantly around him. His eyes alternated between looking into her eyes and looking down at his own manhood entering her folds. His pace quickened, and she dug her nails into his back as she cried out with pleasure. He closed his eyes and began muttering in French, too quickly and softly for her to follow what he said. His rhythm changed, and he changed to long strokes. She knew what was coming, and embraced him tightly. Suddenly his eyes opened, and he looked at her with eyes full of release, as his seed escaped his body and found its way to her. A groan left his body as he pumped within her again and again. She squeezed down on him, milking him of all the cum she could. After he was done pumping, he lay there on top of her, letting his weight fall on her. She wrapped her arms around him, keeping him close to her as his breathing finally slowed and his heart rate returned to normal.
All of a sudden, he got up. “Satiated by his feast, the French shark must return to the water he came from and cleanse himself.” He extended his hands to help her up, and she accepted. She already felt herself leaking, so she didn't need any more encouragement. However, he said, “How do you say it in English? Last one to the water is
a spoiled egg!” As he ran away, she decided she didn't need to worry about looking too sexy, and ran after him. He beat her by a mile, and the two had fun splashing each other in the water for a little while longer before drying off finally and going back to his house. As they left the sandy beach, she smiled a bittersweet smile, for she knew this was the last time she would be on the beach for this trip. Would she ever be back? No one could tell the future, but she felt like she would be seeing this beach again...
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She turned back towards Gabriel, his hand resting on hers. He leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue gliding into her mouth. She could taste the effervescence of the bubbles on his tongue, a champagne kiss. She could feel her temperature rise again with the heat of the kiss, the promise of things to come.
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“What people, ma chérie?” he whispered back, her eyes opening slowly, as if from a dream. The room was empty, even the bartender had disappeared. Megan gasped, looking around and then to Gabriel. He looked incredibly pleased with himself as he reached forward to kiss her again, unbuttoning his shirt.
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“This room reminds me of my apartment when I first started out after college. Please take off your shoes and jacket.” He spoke quietly and deliberately. I slipped off my shoes and folded my business suit jacket neatly on top of them. I stared at the chair, thinking of the amazing things we had done with a similar chair years ago.
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He pulled out two clothespins from his pocket as he walked in front of me, then set them on the box behind me. They were the cheap kind that my mother used when she dried sheets outside when I was a kid; I wondered what he was going to do with them. He rummaged in one of the boxes in the corner, bringing out some twine, scissors, and what looked like an egg, and he set them down behind me with the clothes pins. I kept looking obediently straight ahead.
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He came in, right next to her, and moved in for a kiss. She let him take it, kissing him back for a few moments, before pushing him away. “Let’s get one thing straight, Mr. Hayes. I am not one of your bimbos that you can use up and throw away. If you think you’ve got an easy lay coming your way, you are mistaken.”
Again, he looked a little crestfallen, but she could see the way it turned him on. She decided to go with it. She unbuttoned a couple buttons from her blouse, and he eagerly looked at her black bra.
“We are going to have some fun tonight, but on my terms. If you start to get out of line, I am going to reel you back in. If you get way out of control, then this is over and you’ll never touch me again. If you keep going from there…”
She gestured around. “There are several cameras in this restaurant, and I know where each of them are. In addition, I’ve installed one of my own, and it’s been running all night, streaming to a friend of mine’s computer. It’s shown you watching me all night, touching me, and helping me clean up. It’ll also pick up whatever you do here tonight.”
He went pale, leaning back against the table. “It’s encrypted, so he won’t be able to watch it or copy it. If you do things to me that I don’t want, I’ll release the file and the password to the media. However, if you manage to continue to please me tonight, then the file and the hard drive it’s been printed on will be yours.”
He still looked stunned. “Why are you doing all this?” he asked.
She looked him dead in the eye. “You’re a very dangerous man, Mr. Hayes. Not only are you physically able to assault me, but you’re able to buy your way out of most trouble. So far, you’ve been willing to please me, but, like most men…” she paused for effect. “…You could change your mind.” She walked toward him, put her hand on his chest, and kissed him. It was the first kiss that she had given him without prompting, and he seemed like he was instantly back in the mood. They kissed for a few moments more, and she pulled away and whispered in his ear. “Forget about the cameras for now. You’ve begun to please me, and I can see things going your way for the rest of the night...”